Jane was about to grab the fork lying beside her plate so she could get a taste of the mouth-watering meal before her when a soft knock fell on her door. She withdrew her hand from the plate and turned to stare at the wall clock hanging on her left.Who was knocking on her door? As far as she was concerned, she wasn't expecting anyone that morning."Come in!" She responded and shoved the plate to the side after a sigh.The door to her office was pushed open and a woman in her early thirties walked in. She was dressed in a brown maxi and was pressing some files to her chest. The petite walked up to the desk and flashed a quick smile at Jane."Good morning ma'am."Jane reciprocated the smile. "Morning Tess." She replied. It was her secretary.The secretary darted her gaze to the table and caught the untouched meal. "I'm so sorry you didn't get the chance to touch your meal."Jane gave a fake smile and sat up. "It's nothing. I'll have it later." Meanwhile, she was starving. She wanted to

Jane looked into Ken's eyes and all she could see was vulnerability. He wanted her so badly and she could sense it. She began to melt like wax in his arms and just when she wanted to shut her eyes and give in to her weakness, she put on her game face and tried to push him away but Ken's grip was too tight on her.Even though he was mad at her, Ken wanted to lean for a kiss. The mere look into her eyes was causing all his anger to vanish and he wished she could apologize. He wanted her to provide all the answers he needed so they could make things right but Jane seemed to have other intentions. She kept trying to free her hand from his clutch and was glaring at him."Let go of me!" She barked and finally set herself free.With a sigh, he drifted backward and gave his forehead a delicate scrape. He lifted his head and caught Jane rubbing her arms tenderly.What are you doing Ken? What if you hurt her? He thought.Ken exhaled and was about to apologize to her when she sharply cut in. "Ge

Rehab center!"We mustn't resolve to violence. You don't need violence to fight violence." Charlie told his colleague with a smile.A few days ago, some of the guys from the rehab dorm opposite theirs resolved to bully them. Whenever they got the chance, they subjected the other guys to all forms of torture. Sometimes, they tossed food on them, forced them to do their chores, and beat them up at the slightest opportunity.Charlie was part of the group that was being bullied, the victims.After getting fed up with the ill-treatment, one of the guys from Charlie's compartment slipped a note into Charlie's overall, requesting that they meet up that night in the restroom."So you are saying we should let them get away with bullying us? I thought you were smart enough and would embrace my plan." The twenty-year-old complained.Charlie gave him a friendly tap on the shoulder and flashed a warm smile. "There are other ways we can tackle them. It doesn't have to be through violence, Malcolm."

Keep up with the usual pace!" Ken told the driver and quickly moved closer to Jane.If anyone was trailing them, then he had to be sure. At that point, Jane didn't bother about their proximity. She moved closer to him.Ken turned to her with a look that says "You are safe!"She blinked at him.The driver continued wheeling the car down the straight path while Ken kept his gaze fixed on the route ahead.Trailing them behind was a black sports car with dark glasses following the limo, closely behind. The car came to a halt the moment Ken told Jane's driver to stop moving and when the driver proceeded, the car began to move."For how long have you been noticing this?" Ken demanded.Jane's driver got stuck in traffic and when Ken turned around, the car trailing them was gone.Jane sighed and shook her head. "First it was at the park the other day and then today." She turned to Ken. "Why would anyone be trailing me?"Ken cleared his throat. "Maybe because they needed answers. Like how you

"I'm waiting outside boss!" Ray told Ken over the phone. He arrived at the apartment about ten minutes ago and was waiting for Ken to come out to meet him. It was a few minutes to 9 am and he was concerned that Ken might be running late for work."Why don't you come inside? There's a grocery list on the bar stand. Maybe you can help me get all the items I outlined." Ken replied.Ray was stunned. He began to take steps toward the house and was soon stammering. "And work? How are you going to get to work today?"Ken was receiving the call from his bedroom. "Don't worry about me, Ray. I'll drop by the office a bit late today. I need to be somewhere.""Okay!" Ray mumbled and hung up the call. He knew how much Ken revered his job so he was certain that he needed to attend to an emergency that's why he'll be coming to the hospital late that day.Ray marched into the house, strode to the bar stand, and grabbed the list. He left.Back in his room, Ken had just stepped out of the bathroom and